Me a Punk? Your so Right.

Chapter 8

Marinette

I sat in the hospital bed sketching. I read a book called the Ash Princess. When she had to be present for a party that her captor- (king)-enslaver forced her to go to, she wore a pure white dress, with a low back to show off the scars that littered her body if she stepped out of line to try and free her people and take her rightful place as queen. He also made her wear a crown made of fire ash that would splatter her dress as she walked or moved. And I gained inspiration from the dress.
"What are you drawing?" Damian asked as he entered my room. I slammed my book shut and blushed.
"My gala dress. I got inspired by a book I read a few months back." I squeaked. The fact that he kissed me yesterday, was still fresh in my mind, and we haven't talked about it at all.
"Can I see it?" He asked, a perfect eyebrow raised.
I frantically shook my head. I was very embarrassed by the fact that I was designing a dress to show off the very scars he hates. I watched him nod before sitting and gently taking my hand.
"We need to talk." He said. He was serious, and I didn't want him to be. I wanted him to forget about what happened. Forget about me and move on. Can't he MOVE ON!!!
"T-T-Talk? Talk about what?" I stuttered.
"Don't be nervous Mari. You should be excited by the fact I'm talking about this." He said with a devilish smirk.
"Don't be charming with me mr. I know exactly what you talking about, and I would prefer not to talk about it." I hissed the last word.
His smile dropped and he watched my hand in his. And I couldn't help but think how perfectly it fits with his. Damn me and my feelings!
"I need to talk about this. And as my friend your going to listen. You also have no where to escape to anyways."
I groaned and stared at the ceiling. Why me?!
The playlist I had long forgotten, continued to play and I caught the song that came on. Need you Now by Lady Antebellum. My face turned bright red as the song filled the air around us. Damian must have noticed because his face was slightly red as well.
"Well your song is very accurate on what I want." He whispered.
"You do realize they are talking about how they love two different people and not each other right?" I said with a raised eyebrow.
He shrugged his shoulders. "The song is about needing someone you love." I looked away, knowing what would come next. "Why won't you let me love you?" He asked quietly.
"It's not that I don't love you Damian. I'm—I'm trying to let you back into that part of my life, it's just a little bit harder to do that after everything. When your own Parents abandon you, you stop letting people in. I hold Chloé at arms length, and she knows exactly what happens. She was the first one to rush me to the hospital. So it's hard letting yourself feel loved by people you know you can trust, but still having that small amount of doubt." I whispered. "I want to let you love me. I really do, Damian, it kills me that I can't. Just give me time." I looked at him and saw, hurt and sadness, and anger.
"I'll wait. I've been waiting for years now, I can wait a little bit more. But Marinette, I want you to listen closely." Damian said, leaning in so he was close to my face. "I. Love. You. And I'm going to fight like hell to make sure you know it." He said, before kissing my lips and cheek and pulling away.
Kill me now! I think all this blood is going to kill me. I can't tell if that would be a good thing or a bad thing. What the living hell is wrong with me?!!!!!
I threw my hands over my face and pulled my knees closer to my face.
"I'm hiding. You can't see me, I can't see you! I am dead now. This is my grave. Here lyes Marinette, died of embarrassment from best friend. Tell my mom and dad it was your fault." I said, shaking my head.
I heard him chuckle and sigh. Then the silence crept in. It's like being swallowed, it sucks ass.
But I was saved as the little boy I saved ran inside and jumped on the bed. He slowly crawled into my arms and nestled down.
"Hello to you, Jelly." I said as I wrapped my arms around him.
"Hi Mari. How are feeling today?" He asked.
I smiled brightly. "I'm doing good. It doesn't hurt so bad anymore."
He nodded. "That's good. Hi Damian!" He said excitedly.
"Hello Jelly." He replied Curtly.
Jelly rolled his eyes before he played with my hands. I smiled gently and ran my fingers threw his hair, and hummed quietly as White Horse by Taylor Swift came on. The music creating a warm presence in my heart as it surrounded us with the melody.

"Say your sorry that face of an Angel,
comes out just when you need it to.
As I pace back and forth all this time,
Cause I honestly believed in you.
Holden on the days track on,
Stupid girl,
should have known, should have known."

"Maybe I was naive,
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance
My mistake I didn't know to be in love
You had to fight to have the upper hand
I had so many dreams
About you and me
Happy endings
Now I know"

Damian

I silently watched as Marinette's humming turned into singing. She use to do this when we were younger. And she didn't even realize it. I watched Jelly slowly fall asleep to her singing. And when I was sure he was asleep, I glanced at Marinette and smiled. She was writing something down in a journal. And then there was a bright, red light.

Marinette

When the light faded away, I wasn't fazed by it. It just means that my body is healed and I can leave now. Yay.